Bullied Mate Of The Biker Brothers

4. MC DILEMMA

{VANCE}

*******LATER THAT NIGHT*****

11:00PM

The engine of my motorcycle rumbled under my hands.

I glanced at my brothers beside me, Kyro and Jett, who were settled on their bikes, displeased with me.

The open stretch lay ahead, patiently waiting for our midnight drag race.

But no one was here yet—just us and the wind cutting across the asphalt.

They had asked that we leave the mansion one hour before the members of the club arrived, so we could tackle the issue with Lumira.

"I can't believe you brought that girl home, Vance," Kyro said flatly, his eyes hard with revulsion.

"I couldn't even stand her," Jett added, his tone clipped. "She looks like a disfigured animal."

A tight coil of unease wound slowly in my chest. I kept my expression neutral, even as my jaw stiffened.

A disfigured animal?

I didn't look away. Didn't rise to it. But my fingers curled around the throttle of my motorcycle, the urge to correct him burning on the tip of my tongue.

"She went through hell, guys," I said evenly.

Jett scoffed. "And how is that our problem?"

I turned then fixing him with a flat stare. "It became our problem the moment we rescued her from The Moscow."

Kyro shook his head. "She’s weak, Vance. You saw her."

"She is still our mate," I said firmly. "We don't discard someone just because she doesn't fit into your standards."

"Our standards." Jett huffed, his hand raking through his disheveled brown hair, shaking his head in reproach. "There has to be a mistake somewhere. She can't be our mate! And how can she be mated to all three of us?"

"Because we’re triplets, dumbass," Kyro shot at him. True, we were fraternal triplets.

Jett let out a short, bitter laugh. "The moon goddess better be joking. She better be! Because I want nothing to do with that tramp."

It wasn't a surprise that my brothers, Jett and Kyro didn't like Lumira. The girl was undeniably very pretty...black hair, gorgeous blue eyes that enhanced her facial features, but didn't have the full, curvy figure my brothers preferred.

However, I had no hesitation regarding Lumira. The girl had been through unimaginable trauma at the age of twenty, and when we discovered her as our mate after she passed out, I decided to do whatever it took to protect her.

Jett and Kyro were so disgusted that they left me at the scene to take her to the hospital by myself. Not once did they bother to check on her.

At the age of twenty-four, my brothers and I have never had a mate. We've had our fun with countless ladies. Some— a one-night stand, others a fling. A few were daughters of powerful Alphas, others just classy enough to flirt with.

Kyro had a girlfriend, Ama, while Jett preferred sniffing around skirts. Let me correct that...high-class bitches skirts.

Yet, no matter the fun, something was missing.

Being the sons of Alpha Ryker of the Stormfield Pack, certain expectations were thrust upon us.

At the moment, our father was in a sickbed, his health deteriorating day by day. No matter the amount of money we've spent, the specialized doctors we've called in to treat him, he still hasn't gotten better. No one in the Pack knew about this except for me, my brothers, and my father's special advisor, Alan.

His sickness had lasted for three years now, hence why my brothers and I created a motorcycle club to abate our worries. The name of our MC is the Storm Raiders. Our hierarchy was simple and direct. Kyro as the President of the Club, I— the vice president, and Jett, the co-ordinator.

"Does that girl know she's our mate?" Jett suddenly asked.

"That girl's name is Lumira," I said pointedly.

Kyro hissed. "Yeah, yeah...just answer the question, brother."

"I don't think she does."

"How come?" They chorused, their eyes curiously demanding answers.

I sighed softly. "When I got to the hospital and found her weeping in the arms of a nurse, her injuries were gone but the scars remained. So that means—"

"She's a low-born." Kyro filled in, then drew in sharp air as he swatted my shoulder. "What if she's a human?"

I thought about the possibility for a second then dismissed it. "No, she is not. I felt her wolf's presence. Weak but there. And that explains why she healed within two days. Humans wouldn't survive those kinds of wounds. And don't forget they've gone extinct."

"Her wolf is dormant, that has to be the perfect explanation for this," Jett added, slamming the handlebars of his motorcycle in frustration. "Is that who ought to be our mate? A poor, degenerate weakling?"

The news of our mate was really not sinking in with my brothers.

I bit on my bottom lip. "You are both correct. She seems to be a low-born. I also discovered she wasn't originally from this Pack. Her father, a gambler sold her off to a lad called Conan. He is a native of this Pack. He married her and then brought her here."

Kyro shrugged. "Since she doesn't know anything about being our mate, we might as well reject her and discard her."

Jett's eyes lit up with Kyro's suggestion as he nodded in agreement.

"Have you guys forgotten?" I asked, confused and surprised that they were set on rejecting Lumira.

"Forgotten what?"

"Grandmother's premonition," I added sharply. "Everything is happening exactly as she said."

Jett and Kyro exchanged looks. Everything grandmother said was definitely starting to click in their minds.

A few days back, our paternal grandmother had invited us over. She was known to be a great seer and there had never been a mistake in her prediction. Always accurate. Always true.

Her first prediction was — that we'd meet an unfamiliar presence. And no matter what, we should embrace it because that would be the beginning of many great deals.

In this scenario, Lumira was that unfamiliar presence. Which was why I intended to keep her around until I uncovered everything else.

"So you are saying this Lumira girl would bring us good luck?" Kyro asked, his expression showed he wasn't convinced, even the slightest.

"We don't know until we give it time, brothers," I assured them, but still it wasn't enough to offset their sour mood.

"I still don't like this girl and I'm not in agreement with her staying in the mansion." Jett declared.

"Me neither." Kyro followed.

They suddenly went quiet, as if they had lost interest in talking about Lumira, and I was quite grateful. After the match, I intend to speak with Kyro about dumping a drink on Lumira earlier today. Even if he didn't like her, he could have at least ignored her instead.

"Thirty minutes more," Jett announced.

"I dare you to a challenge, Jett." Kyro declared, his eyes thinning as he looked to Jett. "Let's see if you can beat me to that stop in three minutes."

Jett smirked. "I raise you two minutes."

"One minute, thirty seconds." Kyro challenged further.

They revved their engine, set to start a competition, but then my phone rang in my leather jacket. I slipped my hand and brought out the device, my eyes catching the screen.

An unknown number.

This was my private phone for family only.

I have never received a call from an unknown number.

My eyes narrowed at the number then I showed the screen to Kyro and Jett.

"An unknown number?" Kyro stated, confused.

As if acting on cue, they switched off their engines and I did the same. Thereafter, I slid the screen to the receiver's end and tapped the speaker icon.

A voice rang in the other end as I remained quiet. "It's a good thing you answered this, Vance."

My stomach lurched. I didn't recognize the voice and at the same time, my skin was starting to crawl. "Who are you?"

"Oh relax, Vance." A chuckle rang from the other end, pissing the s**t out of me. "You will find out in due course. But for now, I want to let you know I have your sister, Mirabel—"

"What? Mirabel?" Kyro whispered while Jett hushed him to be quiet.

I clenched my fist. "And how do I know you're not lying?"

There was a ruffle on the other end for a couple of seconds, and soon, Mirabel's scared voice filled the phone's speaker. "Vance, Vance...please save me. They already killed our driver Phillipe. They are going to kill me too."

Her desperate cry for help instantly weakened my resolve. "You were at home when we left. How did this happen?"

"Lumira said she hasn't had a croissant before. I wanted to get it for her at Jeoffries' bakery."

"Jeoffries'bakery is an hour from here. You've never gone on your own. Why would you do that?" I questioned, my pulse quickening at the realization that my little sister was in danger.

She didn't respond. Instead, that horrid voice returned. "I hope you've realized that I'm not bluffing?" An upsetting chuckle followed.

I gritted my teeth. "If you dare lay your filthy hands on my sister, I swear—"

"It is unwise to threaten me, Vance." The voice warned, his tone shifting between arrogance and anger. "I will communicate my terms in the morning. Be ready." and the line disconnected.

"What the f**k just happened?" Kyro blurted.

"f**k!" I banged my fist against the handlebars of my motorcycle.

"You caused this," Jett accused, his eyes burning with rage. "Our sister is in danger because she went to get a croissant for that wench you call a mate."

My eyes dart between Jett and Kyro, who also had a baleful stare. "You cannot just throw accusations at me!"

"Of course we will!" Kyro barked this time. "You brought that girl into our house without consulting us first. You just backed it up with grandmother's premonition."

Jett let out a sharp snort, his eyes narrowing. "So much for good luck, huh?" He grabbed the notched lapel of my leather jacket. "You'd better pray nothing happens to our sister or you'd wish you didn't bring that f*****g girl into our house."